A Short Story : A Story?

Frightened she broke into a dead sprint. She could hear the footsteps clomping against the cement, drawing nearer and nearer. She could hear the heavy panting of whoever it was chasing her. They were gaining on her and fast. Lauren began screaming madly “Help! Somebody help!” But no one came. She felt two firm hands grasp her arms, they pulled her down causing her to hit her head against the cement with a bang. It was gushing blood getting everywhere, all over her hair her hands, and running into her eyes. Realizing someone had attacked her Lauren began fighting viciously. Without being able to see due to the blood her aim was off and she was causing little damage to her attacker.

She pounded on the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs, but eventually after her anger was unleashed she felt that it was futile and started to bite her tongue while tearing up.

Her eyes closed, her heart beating faster than normal, a sharp tang was piercing through her flesh; her muffled screams, an unavailing attempt to suppress her agony, were nothing more than a pathetic depiction of her strength, her failure to endure true pain—since it was beyond her capable sufferance. She failed to withhold. Terrifying ululations erupted from her as it ripped through her—a cloud of shadow blurring her vision as it begin to take form in front of her. When it was done its transcendence, Cadence collapsed effortlessly on the ground, breathing erratically.

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

Adriana as Malise held Levy in the air with her right hand, purple shadows like things wrapped around her hand and Levy became paler and paler as she yelled, “No! No! Please don’t him! Please put Gajeel down!”

Makayla sees them pull the dog off the man but all that is left is a bloody, empty robe, no body. She can feel the blood soaking through her fingers that she hasn't realized is clutching her arm. Everything still moves slowly, Dash backing away with low growls, his mouth dripping blood; the prince rushing over to her with frantic, angry eyes as he pries her hand away from her arm; the guards shouting at each other to secure the rest of the royals.

Lena couldn't do anything. She could struggle, but there was no way she could touch his hard body now. Dante smirked, peering into those beautiful eyes before he reached up and clasped his strong, calloused hand around her neck. She could feel his palm and fingers biting roughly into her neck as he tightened his grasp, making his forearm bulged in unseen mass beneath bronze skin. With the grip on her neck, he'd use his other hand to roughly swipe her face in a echoing slap. After the ringing of flesh hitting flesh died down, he'd release her neck while chuckling deeply under his breath. "Such a lush body ~ made for someone like me to break." Dante noted as he used the hand that once clutched her neck to grasp at one of her large, bountiful breasts. She could feel his palm kneading into her nipple while fingers pressed into the soft flesh surrounding. He'd place another smack across it's side after releasing the mound, and proceeded to turn his back to her again. The muscular brute casually walked up to a rack of whips, running his hand between the selection as he spoke to her while thinking which to use, "I am sorry to tell you, but you'll be here for longer than just tonight. You've killed the King's son. I can't just let you walk away from

The creatures, giant paw pinned her against the silver wall, she screamed out in agony as it seared her flesh. She latched her fingers around the creature’s arm and tried forcing it to let her go to no avail because the moment it released her, it sank its sharp teeth deep into her neck. Adelaide cried out in pain, she gazed upward to see her parents frantically trying to break the witches protective dome around the arena.

Genevieve nearly jumped out of her seat. “You want to use me as your weapon?I have no power what so ever!”

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" Her furious green eyes glared into his nonchalant ones.

Gooseberry said shakily, but with growing strength “ Y- You don’t scare me Cat!” he hissed.

Esme gazes up towards her attacker, deep set gray eyes avoid her gaze and mousey hair that falls over his forehead in wisps. Esme kicks her legs with might, but his grip remains unchanged and unmoved. Every breath grows labored and every second seems endless, as the sound of waves grows closer and battle fades away once again.

Seeing his dangerous canine teeth smile, Megan had her back against the wall. He pushed her with enough brutality to terrify her. In spite of being desperate, one single question remained in her mind: 'Do I really wanna escape?'.

"Unngh...unngh..." Jade was relentless. There was no way she'd give up, not with Dante on the ground and fighting for his life! Grunting, shrieking, she pulled until the crowbar came free. Blood spattered everywhere, the oozing mess coating her thighs as she wrenched it out. "Take this, you motherfucker!" Again, the crowbar came down, another squish as metal met rotting flesh, tearing it apart piece by piece.

"He kept it in his desk, but I think it's been lost since the battle. Gwen, he was so distraught when he first found it. I think he must have thought the worst."